I was taught my whole life about the importance of true mates, how when you find that one wolf for you, everything falls into place.
Everyone who taught me that was a liar.
When I found my true mate, happily ever after sure as hell didn't start, but hell definitely began.
I ran away, and now I've been searching for peace for weeks as I drive around the country.
I didn't mean to take the wrong road.
I didn't mean to make it to that small town.
And I didn't mean to meet two men, who set me and my wolf on fire.
But here I am somehow, and peace is the last thing I've found.
And don't forget about the serial killer...